After holding the two women close for a while, Mo Xie could no longer bear the pressure of their breasts against his chest and gently pushed them away.
Neither woman seemed quite ready to let go, but they knew their feelings would only grow stronger if they kept this up. A faint blush lingered on their faces.
Mo Xie glanced at the coffee table and found it covered in empty snack wrappers. Dark lines seemed to appear on his forehead. He looked at the two women and asked flatly,
"What happened over there?"
The two women followed his gaze. When they saw the mess on the table, they both lowered their heads, cheeks burning, and avoided his eyes.
They had been troubled by Zhou Shuming's pursuit of them. They had also been lounging on the sofa watching dramas, and naturally, they had wanted snacks. But they had opened one bag, eaten a little, then opened another, leaving plenty behind.
Besides, it was usually just the two of them at home, so they had not rushed to clean up. That was how Mo Xie had caught them.
Both women were embarrassed, especially Mu Nujiao. To outsiders, she was a refined young lady, gentle and graceful. No one would ever think she could be lazy and messy.
Yet on the one day she had let herself be messy with her best friend, Mo Xie had walked in on it. How mortifying!
He isn't going to think less of me, is he? Please, no!
"You two really have started treating this place like your own home..."
Mo Xie and Mo Fan were out all day, and sometimes the two women had the place to themselves. In a way, it really had become their home.
As the younger brother of the household, Mo Fan